So Mother, in her joy over completing her Calculus exam this evening, celebrated. NOT by coming up to see me, but by spending four hours making a cheesecake.
I don't even eat cheesecake.
Apparently, her work has a tradition where you bring in something for everyone when it is your birthday. Birthday? Mother is giving birth? That would explain why she's been so preoccupied by things other than me. But I haven't noticed that she looks gravid... also, I don't think humans really time those things. She has apparently precisely timed the cheesecake, as she says it needs to age a day, so Tuesday evening was the time to make it.
So once again, I am alone. Motherless. I'm not completely alone... there's Jeanie and Belle and the orangey-red one and Bert and my fat donkey. But for all intents and (COOKIE) purposes... alone.
Maybe she'll come visit me on her birthday! And maybe, she'll save me just a little piece of cheesecake...
*Pictured cheesecake is not the actual cheesecake. The actual cheesecake is still in the oven.
Have you practiced your "cold shoulder"? That always makes an impression around here... although it's hard to eat cookies from the far end of the paddock. :)
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